(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.